Robin VII

Robin VII

A Poem by Michael Sun Bear
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Memories shared with an old love.

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My entire life
I pitched my tent upon
The banks of rushing rivers
That washed away
Any pain of memories
We share

Again, again, again
I swung my axe on cedar and pine
Reduced pain to firewood pieces
That leapt high in flame, became
Dust twirling into night

Tilting chin away
From fire’s stinging smoky mist
Eyes to frigid sky
Falling into wonder, ecstasy
Seizing a shawl of countless stars
Worn straight through dreams
Through dawn

Each star a memory
Despite time’s illusion
Never fading
Ever brighter shining

The rapids, the flames
Our starry robes of night
I know you remember all, Robin
Eternity never fades



© 2026 Michael Sun Bear


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This carries the hush of someone who has loved and refuses to let memory dim.
It’s rugged and reverent—grief turned into starlight that won’t burn out.

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Michael Sun Bear

1 Day Ago

Thank you Thomas. Much appreciated.
Have you ever smoked a specific strain of marijuana by the name of "Brownie Scout" with a benzodiazepine while watching the first of Peter Jacks LOTR movies? This poem makes me feel like that. It's a pretty good time. I don't endorse substance abuse.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Michael Sun Bear

1 Week Ago

Thank you for one of the most interesting reviews I have ever received. While I am very familiar wi.. read more
Davidgeo

1 Week Ago

I think The Hobbit is actually one the greatest books I've ever read sober. Now I'm always token wh.. read more
Davidgeo

1 Week Ago

Cumberface did a good Smaug as well... I guess the movies weren't all hot garbage. Not entirely.

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Added on February 17, 2026
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Michael Sun Bear
Michael Sun Bear

Shoreline, WA



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Once upon a time, a crazy, talented poet from across the Salish Sea told me of an intense dream she experienced in which she was given a strange title for a poem, but nothing more. She felt it import.. more..